Once I prayed-
[I knew not what I said,]
"Show me myself, O Lord."
Alas ! I did not dread
The hideous sight,
[Which now I shudder to behold,]
Because I knew not self aright.

And I was led,
In answer to my prayer,
As step by step, to see
My wretched heart laid bare.
Then I prayed,
"Stay, Lord, I cannot bear the sight! "
And pityingly His hand was stayed.

Now I pray-
[I know the prayer is right,]
" Show me Thyself, O Lord.
Be to my soul the bright
And Morning Star,
To shine upon the grave of self,
And lead my heart from earth afar."

Oh, to behold
None other, Lord, than Thee.
E'en in Thine own, to seek
For that which looks like Thee.
Transfixed by Thy glorious beauty, Lord,
We'll learn to sing Thy praise, and thus
Forget to weep and sigh.

H. McD.